Prompt: "October Advances with its melancholic melody, Thoughts return to the days with my father, full of harmony. Memories fall like notes on a golden score, They dance among images and scents, in this transmuted month. Autumn whispers gently, feeling the chill in the air, As the sun wraps itself in a blanket of clouds with care. My father was my teacher, my dance partner, so fine, Now he's just an endless melody, a hope divine. In the scent of dry leaves and roasted chestnuts, he revives, The warmth of his smile and stories from the past, our lives. October wraps my hidden melancholy with its warm hue, Renewed each year like a solemn, loving mother, it's true. The notes of an organ in a church grow and rise in tone, A tribute to love, laughter, tears, and promises overthrown. A silent weeping vibrates within, among leaves and memories."
Prompt: "October Advances with its melancholic melody, Thoughts return to the days with my father, full of harmony. Memories fall like notes on a golden score, They dance among images and scents, in this transmuted month. Autumn whispers gently, feeling the chill in the air, As the sun wraps itself in a blanket of clouds with care. My father was my teacher, my dance partner, so fine, Now he's just an endless melody, a hope divine. In the scent of dry leaves and roasted chestnuts, he revives, The warmth of his smile and stories from the past, our lives. October wraps my hidden melancholy with its warm hue, Renewed each year like a solemn, loving mother, it's true. The notes of an organ in a church grow and rise in tone, A tribute to love, laughter, tears, and promises overthrown. A silent weeping vibrates within, among leaves and memories."
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Prompt:
"October Advances with its melancholic melody, Thoughts return to the days with my father, full of harmony. Memories fall like notes on a golden score, They dance among images and scents, in this transmuted month. Autumn whispers gently, feeling the chill in the air, As the sun wraps itself in a blanket of clouds with care. My father was my teacher, my dance partner, so fine, Now he's just an endless melody, a hope divine. In the scent of dry leaves and roasted chestnuts, he revives, The warmth of his smile and stories from the past, our lives. October wraps my hidden melancholy with its warm hue, Renewed each year like a solemn, loving mother, it's true. The notes of an organ in a church grow and rise in tone, A tribute to love, laughter, tears, and promises overthrown. A silent weeping vibrates within, among leaves and memories."
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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